"Rumble..."
The furious dragon surged, flattening mountains and overturning seas, shoving aside peaks and splitting mountain ranges as its roar shook the heavens. The mighty Yellow River swept away everything in its path, rolling a thousand miles in yellow waves as its thunderous fury shook the earth.
A massive yellow dragon raced forward, howling. The Yellow River raised layer upon layer of towering waves as the giant dragon roared and surged for thousands of miles. The vast yellow waters rushed into the distance, racing toward the sea.
By the ancient Yellow River, a carriage moved slowly along a dirt road.
Ancient trees passed alongside the carriage, their roots tangled together and their trunks tall and vigorous like Flood Dragons. In the spring breeze, fresh leaves sprouted from their old branches.
The air was filled with the scent of earth mixed with the fragrance of grass. It was a spring full of hope, as though it were washing away the gloom of a troubled age.
Far ahead on the dirt road, a small village appeared and vanished through the haze. Willow catkins drifted through the air, and rows of willows stood at the village entrance. The flying fluff resembled dancing snowflakes.
Though the scene looked romantic, it was actually rather detested. The drifting willow catkins made people's noses itch and could easily trigger sneezing fits. They were hardly pleasant things.
Yet to refined scholars and wandering poets, the yellow-green tender grass, soft willows, drifting fluff, and fresh green fields formed a uniquely beautiful sight.
The carriage slowly stopped at the village entrance. A jade-like hand lifted the curtain, looking at the simple houses half-hidden behind drooping willows in the distance. A trace of confusion flashed through her eyes.
"This is Zulong Village? Your hometown? It doesn't look all that special!"
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